june gloom on 17/11/2009 at 21:23
Quote Posted by steo
Dethtoll, your style of poetry reminds me of mine... Not that I've written any poetry in two years.
Good stuff.
Thanks :D
Mr.Duck on 17/11/2009 at 22:15
BWAH!
Great stuff you guys, always nice to see people share, huzzah!
:)
Wow...dethtoll smiling, another plus to this thread :)
june gloom on 21/3/2013 at 09:36
Based on Sulphur's encouragement, I've resurrected this thread to post my first real piece of writing in nearly 2 years.
midnight radio
darkness isn't the absence of light.
darkness is a thing all its own
alive and everywhere.
we light our candles of wax and filament and diodes to keep it at bay
but all flames burn out eventually.
darkness is the absence of people.
the walmart lies empty, not a soul in sight
with nobody to ask where the frozen food is.
even the ghost of allen ginsberg
has gone home.
everything is automated these days
even the cashier
i quietly bag my own groceries
and leave quietly, like church is over
midnight radio is the only sound
on these haunted streets
with sodium vapor working its flickering, buzzing magic
and the city glitters like gold
darkness is coming home to nobody in particular.
the city may never sleep
but then again,
knowing what it knows,
who would?
Vivian on 21/3/2013 at 12:20
This is about the pathos of a grossly impractical human-shaped robot stumbling forever around in the desert after all the humans have been eradicated.
TERMINATOR 2
Not a real man!
Not a real man.
You scream and lurch
a bad impression.
2,000 pounds!
2,000 pounds
of clumsy metal
on a mound of hamstrung meat.
We crushed within our hands:
The last children's entertainer
The last breakfast DJ
The last fat child.
PigLick on 21/3/2013 at 12:39
the last fat child needs a break
hell even fat kids like to eat a steak
theres always someone whos fatter than you
unless you are as fat as an elephants poo
demagogue on 21/3/2013 at 14:05
That post of mine at the top of the thread reminds me that the absolute happiest parts of our life are also the absolute saddest. :(
Mr.Duck on 21/3/2013 at 23:48
I am one
Now we are two
I lied, we are three
Oops, flipped into four!
Do you wish to make it five
Well, then again why not six?
You were always partial to seven
Shall we switch and turn it into eight?
Not satisfies? then lets push it up to nine
Ok, ok, it is done and finished, so it will be ten.
And God help me and you if you change your mind at midnight and want to make it eleven.
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DERP!
:D
Yakoob on 23/3/2013 at 19:45
Hate to break the poetry-flow, but ironically the same morning you posted this I actually woke up at 5:31am from absolutely the worst nightmare I've ever had in my whole life; it was one of those almost movie like moments where I woke up in pitch black, frozen and terrified, looking between my hands and the clock for ten minutes, questioning if I was really awake or if it was still part of the terrible dream.
Of course, my storyteller and filmmaker side kicking in, the next thing I did was write everything down as I composed myself and finally accepted I was awake... at least the file still exists. I should post that, maybe...
Quote Posted by MrDuck
I am one
Now we are two
I lied, we are three
Oops, flipped into four!
Do you wish to make it five
Well, then again why not six?
You were always partial to seven
Shall we switch and turn it into eight?
Not satisfies? then lets push it up to nine
Ok, ok, it is done and finished, so it will be ten.
And God help me and you if you change your mind at midnight and want to make it eleven.
If only more people could be educated in thinking in binary, then we could go all the way to hundred!
Mr.Duck on 24/3/2013 at 00:03
:cool:
uNf!
:cool:
Nicker on 24/3/2013 at 01:02
Quote Posted by Yakoob
If only more people could be educated in thinking in binary, then we could go all the way to hundred!
Which reminds me of my favourite limerick by Charles Babbage
10 10 111
10 01 011
1000
01 10
11 01 011
Though he repeats the one rhyme, I crack up every time.
